Lyrics:
N3tik sada9a صنم
Nta kharj 3'nakama varane
Rhymes noga mestaka
Gals f3erch rap b 6k
La bestha sa7btk khsratk
3lmt li sb9ni ldnia wa stafd
Young Lev b
create and tape
A series for me
Lyrically he not hard, fuck Akh bars (Akbar)
The ratchet that'll blow his top
Off I call Teairra Mari
It couldn't be
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! SQAAAD UP!
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up
there can't be replaced
They made it cool in hip hop to snitch and that shit there be a disgrace
And the crown prosecute by the music we make got to keep
young, black, fly and cool
Think that's how I got by in school
Man get booked, start buying jewels
Them man get shook, start buying tools
Ah man, you
the mothaf***in'' cash man
Then what is ya mothaf***in'' purpose
None for service
Idi Amin born worthless
That's until the day I decided to bomb first b****
Young
I hear your name in the papers
They call me, "Young Ass Weezy"
I'm gon' 'round up the whole uptown
We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground (to
you surrounded by all these snakes
I keep it real with niggas but they so stuck on being so fake
Tryna touch a Mill they said dyin young was gonna be my
me how a young girl such as you
Might be thrilled and overwhelmed by me...
What hotel did you say you are staying at?
Wanna split right away?
Not so
Hey yo
I be that nigga that you can't get at
Ya dig, the unfuckable, thoughroly known
It's Chris Black the don, the untouchable
Murderous murder ya
True shit
I had to much damage done
My life was ruthless
I ain't got to prove shit
To you
Can't get Ruth Chris
You can get a sandwich
Lil mama
yo
You ain't seen these kicks since like the fifth grade
Back when Bo Jackson and Ken Griffey played
On my 90's flow, nigga, Young OG shit
On my
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Yes
I want to welcome you all to the 23rd album
Between Da Protests
We gon' have to to rise on this ya'll
But just before we begin
Lemme spit
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
Ay man Austin, TX not for South By tho
Yea ya naw'mean
Just out here with the guys
Ay, ay, ay
This for the G's (Hey)
I'm finding my groove it's
New Album 'Graffiti U'
[Verse 1]
i be popping bottles
pausing up the models
they saying that im young
but listen im having fun
yes im rocking bands
down
maintainin'
I push fly whips without strainin', my cliques smother
Get tougher, hits rougher, Puff is deep in the streets like Chris Tucker
My wrists
they'll be talking 'bout you got smacked young nigga
From the pack my nigga
I'm keeping this shit a stack my nigga
That "Litty" verse was wack my nigga
couldn't see the light
I would've gave you the world, but the time wasn't right
Young bull tried to hoop, he ain't got no height
So I told him to pour up
"Well maybe he's inside the earth"
I, I love you
What makes it harder through the fights
Is that you'll always be by my side
Even when the day turns night
some tea ima have to keep this on the low
When it comes to money and business your 100 but when it comes to personal Relationships you be acting weird
My
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